Townend Stuart - In christ alone

^FHe is my ^Flight my ^Gstrength my ^Fsong. This ^Fcorner^Fstone, this ^Fsolid ^Gground, ^Ffirm through the ^Ffiercest ^Gdrought and ^Fstorm. what heights of ^Flove, what ^Fdepths of ^Gpeace, when ^Ffears are ^Fstilled, when ^Fstrivings ^Gcease! My ^FComfor^Fter my ^FAll in ^GAll, ^Fhere in the ^Flove of ^GChrist I ^Fstand.

In ^FChrist a^Flone, who ^Ftook on ^Gflesh ^Ffullness of ^FGod in ^Ghelpless ^Fbabe! This ^Fgift of ^Flove and ^Frighteous^Gness, ^Fscorned by the ^Fones he ^Gcame to ^Fsave. till on that ^Fcross where ^FJesus ^Gdied, the ^Fwrath of ^FGod was ^Fsatis^Gfied. for ^Fevery ^Fsin on ^FHim was ^Glaid; ^Fhere in the ^Fdeath of ^GChrist I ^Flive.

There ^Fin the ^Fground His ^Fbody ^Glay, ^FLight of the ^Fworld in ^Gdarkness ^Fslain. Then ^Fbursting ^Fforth in ^Fglorious ^Gday, ^Fup from the ^Fgrave He ^Grose a^Fgain! And as He ^Fstands in ^Fvicto^Gry, sins ^Fcurse has ^Flost it's ^Fgrip on ^Gme. for ^FI am ^FHis and ^FHe is ^Gmine, ^Fbought with the ^Fprecious ^Gblood of ^FChrist.

No ^Fguilt in ^Flife, no ^Ffear in ^Gdeath; ^Fthis is the ^Fpow'r of ^GChrist in ^Fme. From ^Flife's first ^Fcry to ^Ffinal ^Gbreath, ^FJesus com^Fmands my ^Gdesti^Fny. No pow'r of ^Fhell, no ^Fscheme of ^Gman, can ^Fever ^Fpluck me ^Ffrom His ^Ghand, till ^FHe ret^Furns or ^Fcalls me ^Ghome; ^Fhere in the ^Fpow'r of ^GChrist I'll ^Fstand

^FHere in the ^Fpow'r of ^GChrist I'll ^Fstand